In the Long Run

We learned very quickly in Europe that water is hard to come by.

Bottled water is expensive and is often carbonated, and warm. It rankled me that water was not offered with meals at restaurants, and that we had to pay over four euros ($5.50) for a carafe of plain ole H20.









So we bought acqua at outrageous “captive tourist” prices, until we finally got smart and saved the plastic bottles. We filled them at our apartment, and carried them during the day in a very conspicuous purple bag, a gift given to us by our landlady, Sylvie, in Paris.

In Rome, when the temperatures were in the triple digits, we left the apartment one day carrying eight bottles of water between the two of us—including the liter bottle in the picture with my very thirsty Key Limey.

The Europeans seemed stingy with their drinking water, so I thought it was ironic to note the copious amounts of water used for flushing toilets. Seems to me there could be a trade off: less water in the WC, and more accessible, potable water for drinking.

Posted by Cyppy at 7:00 PM